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MRS.  PENMAN'S  CHILD-RHYMES 
AND  OTHER  RECITATIONS 


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CHILD-RHYMES 
and  OTHER  RECITATIONS 


By 

Satella  Jaques  Penman 


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MILDRED  GILL.  DONNA  BAILEY.  C.  HORNBIEN 
AND  THE  AUTHOR 


Copyright  1918 

By 

Satella  Jaques  Penman 

San  Di'ego,  Cal. 


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Very  many  of  tKe  poems  in  tkis  book  are  republisKed  by  the  cour- 
tesy of  tWe  editors  of  the  follovJing  publications  : 

THE  KINDERGARTEN  MAGAZINE,  Manistee,  Mich. 

THE   DAILY  TIMES-ECHO,   Eureka   Springs.   Ark. 

ROCK  RAPIDS  REPORTER,  Iowa 
THE  LABOR  LEADER,  San  Diego,  Calif. 

BOISE  UNION,   Boise,   Idaho 

ROCK  RAPIDS  REVIEW,  Iowa 

REDONDO   REFLEX,   California 


EDITOR'S  WORD 

Probably  the  most  cherished  memories  of  our 
childhood  days  are  the  happy  hours  we  spent  listen- 
ing to  some  older  folk  reading  or  telling  child  stories 
in  both  verse  and  prose. 

In  this  little  book  of  poems,  there  will  be  found 
stories  in  word  and  picture  that  will  not  only  amuse 
the  little  ones,  but  will  prove  a  great  help  in  the 
development  of  the  child's  sense  of  rhythm. 

The  author  has  used  rare  judgment  in  compiling 
this  book  of  gems  for  the  understanding  of  the  young 
mind,  as  each  poem  conveys  a  beautiful  thought,  ex- 
plained in  such  a  clear  and  comprehensive  manner. 


Would  that  I  could  make  each  little  mind, 

Filled  with  thoughts  of  joy  and  glee; 
For  the  great  pleasures  of  life  are  for  those  who  can  find 

A  way  to  make  merry  the  moments  that  flee. 


CONTENTS 

A    DREAM    TRAGEDY 63 

A    BREAKER Ill 

A  PLEA   FOR   BARE   LITTLE   FEET .....172 

A  SAMSON 151 

A  WAR  DIAMOND  AND  ITS  SETTING 178 

BRINGING    THE    BABY 29 

BABY    MY    BABY 31 

BABY'S   LESSON 57 

BILLY    GOT    IT 69 

BIRDIE  DON'T  DO   IT 137 

BACK  AGAIN  IN   CALIFORNIA 153 

BOYS    CIRCUS 35 

CUT    IT    OUT 120 

DONNY   AND   THE   STORM 43 

DAD    QUIT    IT 75 

DEATH    164 

DEW   ON   RAGWEED 107 

EXAMPLES     8  9 

ECHO 12  3 


CONTENTS— Continued 

FORWARD   19 

FREEDOM  FOR  ALL 182 

GOD'S    EVERLASTING    NOW 163 

HER   EIGHTY-FIFTH   BIRTHDAY 126 

IN    THOUGHT-LAND 124 

LEONARD    AND    LETTIE 59 

LOSING   FAITH   IN   MOTHER 103 

LIFE'S  JOURNEY 149 

MY     ROSE 21 

MEDITATION     119 

MOVING     ON 127 

MY   ARABIAN   MARE    ZAMBIA 141 

MARGARET   165 

OUTSIDE   OF   PLATTER   CLEAN 91 

OBSTACLES      173 

PEPPERMINT   AND    HORSEMINT 45 

PENANCE     71 

PUSSY-WILLOWS   AND   BOB-CATS 93 

PRAISE   OR   FAILURE   HARM 109 


CONTENTS— Continued 

HER    SEVEN 128 

PURE    WHITE    LILLY 161 

RAIN     73 

REFLECTION 125 

SOME-TIME    22 

THE    STORM    KING 23 

SMALL   THINGS   DECIDE    GREAT    WARS 97 

SMILES     133 

SAN    DIEGO    QUEEN    OF    CITIES 145 

TRAINING    THE    BABY 32 

THE  REAL  AND  THE  SEEMING 47 

THOUGHTS     55 

THE    MOON 67 

TEMPER     77 

THEY    COULDN'T    FIND    HER _ 79 

THE  SWEET  REWARD 85 

THE    MASCOT 95 

THOSE    GIGGLES 105 

THE    SUN'S    LITTLE    COLLECTOR 132 


CONTENTS— Ccntinued 

THE    LOST   JEWEL'S    RETURN 135 

THE  HOSPITAL  VISITOR. 157 

THE  SUN  NEVER  SAW  A  SHADOW 159 

THOUGHTS    ARE    THINGS 167 

THE   AWAKENING 171 

THE   SIDE   OF   RIGHT 180 

UNDER   THE   RULE 99 

WAR    53 

WASH  YOU  MAKE   YOU  CLEAN 84 

W.  C.  T.  U.  THE  CHRISTMAS  GIFT -....175 

"YE    ARE    GODS" 131 


ILLUSTRATIONS 

LOVINGLY    DEDICATED    TO    CHILDREN 7 

ROSE     -- 20 

ROAD   TO   SOMETIME 22 

SUMMER    SKY 23 

TORNADO     24 

RAINBOW 2  5 

BABIES     27 

BABY'S     BIRTHDAY 28 

MOTHER    AND    BABE 30 

CURLY    LOCKS 32 

YES,   ME   TEACHED   HIM 33 

BOYS   HAD   A  CIRCUS,   I   WENT 34 

BLESSED    RED    CROSSES 36 

SOLDIER    3  7 

MADE    ELEPHANT 38 

FEEDING    THE    ANIMALS 40 

FEEDING   TIME    FOR   ANIMALS 41 

CATS    UNDRESSING 41 

SEE   THE    LIGHTNING   COIN*   THROUGH    IT 42 

BOYS   AND   PONY    PINTO 44 


ILLUSTRATIONS— Continued 

HORSEMINT     46 

THINGS  I   'MEMBER  HAVE   BEEN 47 

UPHILL    ON    HIS    SLED 48 

DOLLY'S   HEAD   FIXED   GOOD   AND   TIGHT 50 

SOLDIERS    MARCHING 52 

ME   AND   MY   DOLLIES 53 

ON    THE    PORCH 55 

rS  SORRY  BOW  WOW 56 

YES  MAMMA  WE'LL   KISS   HIM 58 

DOGGIE   SAT   BESIDE    ME. 60 

I  HITTED   HER  AND   I'M   SORRY : 61 

I  HAVE  TWO  BROTHERS,  BEN  AND  JOE 62 

JOE  WORKS  HARD  ALL  DAY 64 

THE   MOON'S   QUARTER  FULL 66 

MADAM  HE'S  GOT   IT 68 

I'M    BAD   NOW   JANE   WON'T    PLAY   WITH    ME 70 

LOOKS    MORE    LIKE    TEARS    THAN    WATER 72 

THEN   I   SAW   MY  DAD   A   WORKIN' 74 

I'LL  JUST  QUIT  A  SAYIN'   MY  DEAR 75 

THEN  MAMMA  SHE   PUTS  ME  TO   BED 76 


ILLUSTRATIONS— Continued 

GATHERING    FLOWERS 79 

DANNY,   MA'S  COMIN',   OH,  DON'T   CRY 80 

I'LL  TELL  IN  A  MINUTE 82 

AND  SEE  WHAT  THE  DOLLIES  WILL  SAY 85 

BOBBY  DOLL  SAYING   GRACE 86 

A    SCOLDIN'    EVERY    DAY 88 

TAKE   TIME   AND  WIPE   THEM   SOME   MORE 90 

THEY'RE   BOB-CATS   NOW 92 

CAT-TAIL   FLAGS 93 

OF  COURSE   THEM   EYES   SEE 94 

WE'D  USE  THEM   FOR   OUR  BOMBS 9  6 

NO,  YOU  CAN'T  DO  AS  YOU'D  LIKE  TO   MY  LAD 99 

LIFE    IS    TO    US    ALL    BUT    A    SCHOOL 100 

SHE   SAID   SUCH  A  BOTHER   TO   CARRY   ON   SO 102 

I  GIGGLED  TO  GET  THE  QUIVER  OUTSIDE 104 

DINING  IN  A  FINE   HOTEL 106 

FITTING  WHITE   CAPS   TO   MY  BROW 110 

ALL  MY  LENGTHENING  LACY  TRAIN 112 

I'LL  PLAY  TAG  WITH  EVERYONE 114 

SCAMPER   CHILDREN  UP   THE    BEACH 116 


ILLUSTRATIONS— Continued 

HI,   YI   BOYS   AND   LITTLE   GIRLS 117 

SORRY   I'D   BE   I   WELL   KNEW   IT 118 

THE    WOODLAND    WAS    DARKENING 122 

PICTURES   OF   HER   SEVEN 128-129 

LEAF-FONDLED  AND  KISSED  BY  THE  DEW 134 

KINDLY   SHE   COAXED   ME 136 

HUSBAND    DESPISES    MY    ZAMBIA 140 

SAN  DIEGO  CITY 144 

OVER    DEVASTATED    VALLEYS 146 

A  STORM  AT   SEA.. 148 

LOS    ANGELES    RIVER 150 

HUNTING  MOONSTONES   IN  THE   SAND 152 

REDONDO    BEACH 154 

SURF    ON    THE    SEAS 156 

DROOPS  A  ROSE  BEHIND   A  COLUMN 158 

WEEPS  A  GRIEF  BEHIND  AN  EVIL 159 

PURE     LILYS 160 

THE    OAK 162 

NAVAJO    INDIAN    HOME 166 

MRS.    ROSE   HARTWICK   THORPE 168 

END    PIECE 184 


FOREWORD 

A  classic? 

I  could  not  write  one  if  I  would. 

I  would  not  write  one  if  I  could. 
For  lovers  are  few  of  that  wonderful  art. 
And  many  prefer  a  more  simple  part. 
A  few  in  the  masses,  may  read  what  I  write. 
If  I  write  what  they  know,  that  white  is  just  white. 
And  not  compel  study  to  make  it  look  whiter, 
Or  analyze  thoughts  to  make  them  seem  brighter. 

SATELLA  JAQUES  PENMAN. 
1918  San  Diego,  California. 


19 


MY  ROSE 

My  rose!      My  rose!      My  pretty  pink  rose! 

In  the  glow  of  the  morning  it  started  all  red  as  the 
green  broke  back. 

Slowly  it  opened  up  large  and  pink.     My  radiant  rose! 

And  bowed  to  the  flowers,  the  trees  and  the  sky; 

And  looking  the  world  in  the  face,  awaited  the  ele- 
ments testing. 

Gently  the  dew  made  test  of  its  color, 

Putting  the  test  into  jewels  around  it. 

The  wind  and  the  rain  drew  from  it  more  color; 

But  bravely,   unbroken,   though  bending  it  stood  it. 

Came  then  the  kisses  of  many  days'  suns ; 

Changing  its  petals,  its  pretty  pink  petals. 

White  in  the  sunlight,  white  in  the  shadow; 

And  white,  pure  white  in  the  heart  of  a  whirlwind, 

That  scattered  them  hither  and  thither. 

On  the  hot  sand  fell  one  and  protected  a  wing-broken, 
famishing  insect. 

Into  the  water  another  became  a  boat  for  a  drown- 
ing beetle. 

Others   all   fluted   and   dried   were   found   lining   the 
nest  of  a  linnet. 

Thus  lowly,  but  loving,  my  rose 
Gave  gladly  itself  in  helping. 


21 


SOMETIME 

I  started  my  Hope,  my  glad  young  Hope, 
Away  on  the  road  to   Sometime. 

Oh,  will  it  get  lost  in  gloom  and  grope 
And  die,  ere  it  reaches,  Sometime? 

I've  waited  so  long  for  girlhood's  dream, 
With  but  a  promise  of  "Sometime." 

Oh,  Hope!  please  tell  me    is  there  a  gleam, 
Showing  the  nearness  of    Sometime? 


22 


Summer  Sky 

THE  STORM  KING 

Pouf!     Heat  of  the  desert! 
You're  rising  yet  higher! 
Ha!     Blast  of  the  glaciers 
Fall  fiercely  upon  it. 
Now,  Friction!  go  gather 
The  steam  of  the  sweating 
The  conflict  will  gender, 
Where  strike  they  each  other; 
And  roll  it  in  fleeces 
Against  the  blue  heaven, 
To  blacken, 

While  sinking. 
For  action. 


23 


THE  STORM  KING 


Tornado 

Blow!      Tempest!  ye  bugler; 
My  chariot's  behind  you! 
All  billowy  white, 
And  abreast  of  the  forces, 
With  foamy  white  horses, 
And  wheels  of  a  cyclone! 
Swift  rolling,  as  lead  we 
The   battle   front   lower, 
For   felling   the   timber. 
And  swirling  the  dust  up; 
While  blowing, 
Our  trumpet, 
For  conquest. 


24 


THE  STORM  KING 


The  Rainbow 

Ho!    Prince  of  the  Iceland! 
Jack  Frost!  hurry  hither! 
Make  bullets  of  water, 
To  hail  devastation! 
Aim  straighter!  ye  lightnings! 
Sah!    Dazzle  the  vision. 
Boom  louder!  ye  thunders! 
So!    Shaking  the  heavens, 
To  loos'ning  the  torrents, 
With  booming  of  cannon, 
And  the  ball-lightning 
Shells  explosion . 


25 


THE  STORM  KING 

Ha!  grain,  and  the  flowers, 
And  apple  trees  kneeling; 
The  beasts  loudly  bellow, 
And  wild  birds  are  calling, 
And  mothers  are  screaming 
To  terror-eyed  children. 
Who  see  chimneys  throwing 
Bricks  into  plate  windows. 

Wild  shrieks  the  wind  bugler, 
While  telephone  wires 
Ice  fingers  are  thrumming 
Wierd  tones  to  our  drumming; 
As  over, 

Tin  roofing. 

We  gallop! 

Upon  the  wild  tumult. 
The  "Peace  be  Still!"  falling. 
Disperses  our  forces. 
The  South  Wind  comes  wiping 
All  tears  from  the  willows. 
The  sun  smiles  a  gladness, 
Through  radiant  raindrops. 
Which  sing  the  Peace  Promise, 
From  bars  of  the  rainbow! 
While  falling, 
Tink-Tonkle, 

In  baptismal 
Basins, 

O'erflowing. 


26 


BRINGING  THE  BABY 

I  climbed  to  earth's  rim  and  looked  into, 
Clear  into  the  bright  glory-land. 

Below  me  were  parents  and  lover, 
All  waiting,  a  sad  anxious  band. 

They  called  me,  "Come  back  to  us  daughter!" 
Cried  husband,  "Come  back!   Oh,  my  wife!" 

Then  caught  I  a  sunbeam  of  laughter, 
And   slowly  came  back  to  earth-life. 


29 


BABY!     MY  BABY 

You're  such  a  sweet  wonder,  and  daily  surprise; 
With   glimpses   of  heaven,   I   catch   from   your  eyes, 
Through  beautiful  blue,  that  you  brought  from  the 

skies. 

Baby!     My  baby! 

Oh,  how  could  you  bring  so  much  joy  from  above? 
For  you  are  so  tiny  to  bring  so  much  love. 
The  angels  will  miss  it,  and  miss  you,  my  dove. 

Baby !     My  baby ! 

Why  is  it  you're  happy  when  in  my  embrace? 
And  why  is  the  wonder  that  shines  in  your  face  ? 
Is  my  love  like  God's?    Does  it  make  every  place 

Heaven?    My  baby! 


31 


Curly  Locks 


TRAINING  THE  BABY 

In  a  play-room  screams  from  Lassie, 
Brought  a  mother  quick  to  see, 

Little  daughter  frantic,  crying, 
"Oh!     Oh!     Baby's  killing  me." 

Gleeful  baby,  all  his  fingers 

Into  tousled  yellow  curls, 
Thinking  they  were  made  for  playthings, 

Big  boys  think  the  same  of  girls. 


32 


TRAINING   THE   BABY 


'Yes,   me   teached  him." 


Mother  rescued  Lassie,  saying-, 

"Yes,  it  hurts,  but  he  don't  know 
How  it  hurts.     Of  course  we'll  teach  him 
When  he's  big  and  tell  him  so," 

Moments  later,  shrieks  from  baby. 

And  again  the  mother  goes. 
Lassie  answered,  "Yes,  me  teached  him ; 

'Twas  weal  hard.     But  now,  he  knows!" 


33 


'Boys  had  a  circus,  I  went." 


BOYS'  CIRCUS 

In  a  barn  they  had  it;  I  went,  and  oh,  gee! 

The  crowds,  and  the  fifin'  with  drums! 
Trapeze!    Then  the  showman,  Sam,  said,  "You  will  see 

That  the  best  of  the  show  now  comes. 

"In  music,"  he  said,  "and  in  science  and  art, 

I'll  tell  you  as  you  may  not  know. 
That  the  harrowin'  thrills  in  all  these  is  a  part 

Of  every  reputable  show. 

"And  sad  as  it  is,  it's  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

From  thrills  to  develdom  ranges. 
So  art,  to  be  followed  by  thrills  we  will  do, 

In  ringin'  on  all  these  changes. 

"The  curtain  now  rises  on  artdom!"  he  said. 

There,  painted!   my  white  rooster  stood! 
Blue  stars  on  his  neck  and  his  wings  striped  with  red, 

A  crowin'  as  loud  as  he  could. 

And  he  was  tied  onto  an  old  donkey's  back, 

Labeled,  The  Democrat  Party. 
He  broke  his  leg  floppin' ;  they'd  tied  him  so  slack ! 

Oh,  well,  the  cheerin'  was  hearty. 


33 


BOYS'   CIRCUS 


Bayonet   Point   Covered    With    Bread 

A   soldier  then  ran   'cross   the   stage   out   of  breath, 
His  bayonet  point  covered   with  bread, 

'It's  the  staff  of  our  Kfe  at  the  point  of  death!' 
"Millions  needin'  it  too,"  Sam  said. 

Then  Sam  pulled  a  rope  in  with  cats  tied  on  it; 

Each  cat  like  a  doll  nicely  dressed ; 
Black  sash  and  a  collar,  and  little  black  bonnet, 

All  wailin'  as  if  they's   possessed. 


37 


BOYS'   CIRCUS 


"Sad  mothers  like  these  has  the  world  seldom  seen!" 
Said  Sam.     "They  cannot  help  groanin' ! 

Their  hopefuls  were  sunk  by  a  Dutch  submarine! 
Is  why  they're  weepin'  and  moanin'." 

Then  two  cryin'  babies  all  raspberry  sauce, 

Was  drawed  in  by  dogs  for  horses, 
Made  red  by  the  berries  they'd  cried  for  till  cross; 

Was  labeled  THE  BLESSED  RED  CROSSES. 

When  that  passed,  the  awfulest  hi-diddle-dee, 

Loud  music  of  fifes  and  of  drums; 
And  a  boy  on  a  el'phant  with  G.O.P. 

And   shoutin's   "Here   Thimothy   comes!" 

A  throne  and  a  tiger-skin  under  a  flag, 
Tim  aimed  for  behind  el'phant's  head ; 

But  Timmy's  bad  aim  for  that  soft  seat  to  bag, 
Killed  the  G.O.P.  beast  instead. 

But  Tim  lined  his  men  up  and  said,  "You  are  fine! 

The  world  will  take  notice  of  us! 
We'll  cut  all  to  pieces  that  Hindenburg  line. 

An   stop  all  that  Dutch   flutterbus." 


BOYS'   CIRCUS 


Feeding  the  Animals 

The  Hindenburg  line  was  just  wreath  after  wreath; 

'Cross  the  end  of  the  stage  they  spread. 
"Go  to  it!"      Tim  roared,  and  all  cuttin'  beneath, 

A  wreath  fell  on  top  of  each  head. 

A  Kaiser  was  holdin'  one  end  of  the  line; 

They  cut  it  so  quick  that  he  fell 
From  his  totterin'  perch  into  pick'lin'  brine, 

An  tipped  the  tub  down  with  a  yell. 


A  globe  from  a  school  on  a  tub  wouldn't  stand; 

With  Kaiser  a  settin'  on  top! 
When  his  world  rolled  away,  why  he  had  to  land 

In   a   firkin   of   hams   kerflop. 


40 


BOYS'   CIRCUS 


Feeding   Time 


He  bawled  awful  loud,  and 

said  he  wouldn't  play. 

Then  cats  undressin'  and 

yawlin'  ! 

Made  people  hike  out!  just 

in  time;  I  should  say! 

For  stagin'  and  thrones 

was  falhn'." 


Cats   Undressing 


41 


DONNY  AND  THE  STORM 

Oh,  jest  hear  the  storm  a  moanin'! 

I  fink  it  has  a  tummy  ache. 
Muzzer  says,  "There  Donny's  groanin'!" 

At  night  if  I  has  eaten  cake. 

See  the  Hghtnin'  goin'  thru'  it! 

An'  the  storm  it  rolls  an'  rolls! 
I  rolls  too.      Pain  makes  me  do  it. 

See!     The  lightnin'   cuts   long  holes! 

An'  I  sweats  my  face  all  water. 

Storm    is    doin'    that    way    too; 
Great  big  drops!     Jest  see  'em  splatter! 

Mr.  Storm,  what  did  you  do? 

Has  you  eaten  lots  of  cheeses? 

Once  a  moon  looked  like  you  bit  it. 
Me's   quit  eatin'   what  me  pleases. 

Mr.  Storm,  you  better  quit  it. 


43 


PEPPERMINT  AND  HORSEMINT 

Hold  on  tight  behind  me,  Bobby, 
And  we'll  get  some  mint  for  ma. 

Peppermint  grows  near  the  water. 
Here  we  go!    Tra  la  la  la. 

'Course  I  know  right  where  we'll  find  it! 

And  we're  goin'  to  get  her  some. 
Pinto   hurry!     You're   so  lazy! 

Get  up,  Pinto!     Come,  oh,  come! 

There  it  is!     Bob,  hold  the  pony! 

I'll  run  down  and  get  a  lot. 
Mint  sauce  on  roast  lamb  is  'licious! 

Touches  every  hungry  spot. 

Bobby!    What  is  that  you're  eating? 

That's  not  peppermint,  you  goose! 
Oh,   don't  cry!      It   isn't   poison. 

See!  you've  let  the  pony  loose! 


45 


PEPPERMINT  AND  HORSEMINT 

There,  we'll  give  the  rest  to  Pinto. 

This  tall  kind  is  called  horsemint. 
Yes,  it's  strong!    We'll  make  him  eat  it! 

Come  here,  Pinto !     Pinto !     Pint ! ! 

"He  can  have  it,"  Bobby  whimpered; 

"And   we'll  make  him  eat  enough. 
So  he'll  be  a  good  lot  stronger. 

Guess  strong  horses  eat  that  stuff!" 


Mor^^-mmf 


46 


THE  REAL  AND  THE  SEEMING 

Last   night   brother   Harry   was   awfully   mean, 
For  breakin'  my  dolly  and  sayin'  he's  glad. 

And  I  could  not  sleep  until  right  in  between 

My  mad  thoughts  came  good  ones,  and  pushed  out 
the  mad. 


47 


THE  REAL  AND  THE  SEEMING 


I  kept  on  a  thinkin'  'bout  when  he  was  good, 
A  tryin'  to  pull  me  up  hill  on  his  sled. 

I  told  him  he  couldn't,  but  he  said  he  could. 

And  then  he  was  sorry  the  fall  bumped  my  head. 

I  know  that  I  dreamed  it;  but  then  it  did  seem. 
That  we  was  in  heaven;  and  so  bye  an'  bye. 

He  brought  me  the  nicest  big  dish  of  ice  cream, 
A   sayin',   "Eat  this,   little  sister;   don't  cry." 

And  then  came  my  dolly  with  pretty  white  wings; 

And  sat  down  and  eated  with  me  the  ice  cream. 
And  everywhere  'round  us  was  such  pretty  things; 

And  then  I  waked  up,  for  'twas  only  a  dream. 


49 


THE  REAL  AND  THE  SEEMING 


And  brother  was  standin'  right  close  by  my  bed; 

With  dolly!     It's  broken  head  fixed  good  and  tight. 
He  kissed  me  and  put  it  down  by  me  and  said, 

That  he  had  helped  mamma  to  fix  it  last  night. 

But  sometimes  I'm  happier  in  dreams  that  the  real. 

When  real  is,  that  some  one  has  been  awful  mean. 
For  good  things  just  seemin'  will  leave  a  good  feel, 

Mor'n  troubl'us  things  that  I  'member  have  been. 


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See  the  pretty  so'gers  marchin'! 

Me  'n'  my  dollies  do  that  too. 
War  can  have  my  Jap'ese  dolly. 

Pa  said  Russia  doll  won't  do. 


WAR 


War  just  took  Mis'  Jones's  baby 
"Right  away  from  his  dear  ma." 

He  was  awful  great  big  baby! 
Pretty  near  as  big's  my  pa. 

Mammas  have  to  give  their  sonses; 

That  is  what  my  mamma  said. 
So's  to  make  bad  peoples  better, 

But  some  sonses  come  back  dead. 

It's  much  worser  bein'  clear  deader, 
Than  a  losin'  just  a  hand. 

Or  a  leg,  and  never  find  'em! 
'Way  off  in  that  naughty  land. 

Russia  lost  a  leg  one  mo'nin'! 

Mamma  found  it  in  my  bed. 
An'  her  sewed  it  right  back  on  him! 

'N'en  I's  glad  he  wasn't  dead. 

Nurses  sew  men's  fumbs  back  on  'em! 

So  they  doesn't  feel  so  worse. 
Once  I  sewed  my  Jap  doll's  finger. 

Fink  I'll  be  a  war  man's  nurse. 


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THOUGHTS 

If  thoughts  are  real  things, 

As  some  one  has  said; 
As  different  in  color  as  kind. 

It's  better  to  seek  for 

The  brightest,  instead 
Of  duller  ones  easy  to  find. 

Thoughts    blackened    with    envy, 

Hatred  and  strife; 
Or  thoughts  that  are  brilliant  with  love ; 

Will  brighten,  or  blacken, 

A  life  like  themselves, 
To  sink  it,  or  lift  it  above. 


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"I's  sorry.   Bow-wow.' 


.  BABY'S  LESSON 

"No,  no,  now!    No,  no!    I  dest  tells  you  it's  no!" 
Screamed  baby  Elisabeth  to  her  auntie  Mae. 

"Oh,  mercy!"  said  grandma,   "A  babe  screaming  so, 
Will  have  to  apologize!     Yes,  right  away!" 

"Now,  this  is,"  said  grandma,  "the  way  you  must  do. 

Say,  Auntie,  I'm  sorry ;  while  making  a  bow." 
The  doggy's  bow  wow  was  the  bow  baby  knew, 

So  meekly  she  said  it,  "Fs  sorry.      Bow  wow!" 


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'Yes,   mamma,   we'll  kiss   him. 


LEONARD  AND  LETTIE 

Right  here  on  my  face  is  where  Lenny  hit  me! 

Because  me  just  told  him  that  he  was  real  rude, 
Kickin'  the  lost  little  doggie  that  bit  me, 

When  we  was  a  feedin'  him  pieces  of  food. 

You  see,  he  was  hungry,  and  how  could  he  know 
That  there  was  a  finger  right  under  the  meat? 

Oh,  look!    where  he  bit  it;  why,  it  doesn't  show! 
'Course  he  didn't  want  little  fingers  to  eat. 

Poor  little  fellow  was  hungry  for  supper. 

But  Len  said  it's  ugly  dogs  always  that  bite. 
It's  ugly,  I  said,  to  kick  a  starved  puppy. 

A  warty  old  toad  would  know  that  wasn't  right. 

Then,  mamma,  he  hitted  me  here  on  my  face! 

And  turned  around  quick  and  went  right  away  fast. 
And  left  me  a  cryin'  alone  in  a  place. 

Where  folkses  would  see  me  a  cryin'  who  passed. 

No,  mamma,  me  didn't  hit  back!     Because,  why? 

I  'membered  you  said  that  was  naughty  to  do. 
If  I'd  'a'  hit  back,  there'd  'a'  been  two  to  cry. 

'Cause,  mamma,  you  see,  he'd  be  so  hurted  too. 


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LEONARD  AND  LETTIE 

No,  no!     Me  must  never  hurt  my  twin  brother! 

Of  course,  he  forgotted,  was  why  he  hit  me. 
Then  I  'membered,  too,  you  said  it  was  better, 

One  only  be  hitted,  than  both  of  us  be. 

A  boy  came  along  and  gave  me  some  candy. 
And  said,  "Stop  a  cryin',  you  dear  little  kid!" 

And  doggie  he  whined,  and  sat  down  beside  me. 
And  wiped  off  my  tears,  wif  his  tongue,  so  he  did! 

Me  sayin',  Old  Toad!     Did  that  hurt  him  badder, 
Than  if  I  had  hit  him  ?    Well,  then  me  was  bad ! 

Yes,  mamma !  we'll  kiss  him  and  make  him  be  gladder ! 
Of  course,  it  will  cure  him  of  feelin'  so  mad! 


"I   hitted  her  an'   I'm  sorry." 
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'I  have  two  brothers." 


A  DREAM  TRAGEDY 

I  have  two  brothers,  Ben  and  Joe. 

Joe,  he  works  hard  all  day. 
And  ma,  she  says,  and  thinks  it's  so: 

"Joe'd  rather  work  than  play." 

It's  different  though  with  brother  Ben. 

He  can't  bear  dairy  work. 
He's  all  for  town,  and  happy  when 

He  hired  out  to  clerk. 

Last  week  ma's  cousins'  folks  all  come 

To  visit  all  of  us. 
For  beds,  ma  had  to  hustle  some! 

Of  course,  they  said,  "Don't  fuss." 

Up  in  my  room,  Joe  slept  with  Ben. 

And  I  slept  on  the  floor. 
As  quick  as  Ben  gets  home;  why,  then. 

He's    always    talkin'    store! 

The  clock  struck  two,  'way  in  the  night. 

My  sakes,  how  Joe  did  snore! 
And  Ben  talked  in  his  sleep,  out  right, 

'S  if  he  was  in  the  store. 


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A  DREAM  TRAGEDY 


"Shirt  waist?"  he  said.    "Why,  yes,  Miss  Grace, 
This  piece  seems  made  for  you. 

Three  yards  of  this.    And  two  of  lace? 
I'll  give  good  measure  too!" 

"My  scissors?    Gone!    One  time  I  tore 
This  with  my  teeth — it's  stout!" 

Then  something  ripped !    It  stopped  Joe's  snore. 
He  waked  up  sayin',   "Get  out!" 

He  kicked  Ben  hard!     My,  such  a  fall! 

Then  Joe  yelled,  "You'll  get  hurt 
For  doin'  this!     You've  torn  off  all 

The  back  of  my  night-shirt!" 


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The  Moon's  Quarter  Full 


THE  MOON 

The  moon's  quarter  full. 

That  is  what  mamma  said. 
A  fourth  of  the  night  it  will  shine. 

Then  where  the  sky  ends 

It  will  find  a  nice  bed, 
And  soundly  be  sleeping  at  nine. 

And  when  it's  half  full, 

Shines  half  of  the  night. 
When  clear  full  will  shine  the  night  through. 

It  shines  though  when  little, 

With  all  of  its  might. 
When  bigger  more  shine  it  can  do. 

Now  maybe  that's  like 

You  and  me,  little  Sis. 
You're  quarter  as  big  as  our  ma. 

To  bed  you  must  go 

Pretty  soon,  now,  I  guess. 
But  I'm  half  as  big  as  my  pa! 

I'll  have  to  do  half 

As  much  work  as  he  does. 
My  work  is  hard  study  to  do. 

But,  then,  a  big  man 

From  a  little  boy  grows. 
Just  see!     I'm  lots  bigger  than  you! 


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"You  can  see  he's  got  it. 


BILLY  GOT  IT 

On  a  window  in  a  Pullman, 

Billy's  fingers  chase  a  bee. 
Nurse  tries  hard  to  keep  it  from  him, 

But  he  cries,  "Give  it  to  me!" 

"No,  no!     Billy  cannot  have  it! 

It  will  bite,  or  else  he  could." 
Billy  kicks  and  screams,  "I  want  it!" 

"Hush!"  says  nurse.    "Oh,  do  be  good." 

Calls  the  mother,  sitting  forward, 
"Give  it  to  him  right  away!" 

Travelers  shocked  because  the  mother 
Will  not  hear  what  nurse  would  say. 

Billy's  victory  stops  his   crying. 

But  the  nurse  is  hurt  and  cowed, 
Not  allowed  an  explanation. 

Soon  poor  Billy  shrieks  aloud! 

"Give  it  to  him!"  snaps  the  mother. 

"Let  me  hear  no  more  about  it!" 
Tourists  smile  as  nurse  made  answer, 

"Yes'm!     You  can  see  he's  got  it!" 


69 


'I'm  bad,   now  Jane  won't  play  with  me. 


PENANCE 

I'm  goin'  to  find  me  a  rosebush! 

And  stick  me  with  thorns,  so  I  be! 
Ma  said  that  my  words  were  so  thorny, 

That  something  had  ought  to  prick  me. 

I  only  said,   "Jane,   you're  all  freckles! 

Your  face  is  a  big  turkey  egg  I" 
Looks  hke  it!     But  ma  said  I  hurt  her. 

Huh!    Pardons  I  don't  like  to  beg! 

I'm  bad  now,  for  Jane  won't  play  with  me. 

I'll  just  let  the  bad  blood  all  spill! 
With  rose-thorns  I'll  find;  for  I'll  stick  me! 

And  see  how  I  feels,  so  I  will! 


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RAIN 

Rain  is  comin'!    Sprinkle,  sprinkle! 
In  the  pipes,  I  hear  it  tinkle. 
Now,  it's  faster,  faster  comin'! 
Drippin',  droppin'.    Drummin',  drummin'. 
Water  soldiers!     Runnin',  fallin'! 
Guess  they  think  the  drums  is  callin'. 
Now,  they're  in  a  terrible  mixture! 
Like  that  awful  battle  picture! 

Rainin'  harder!     Awfulest  rain! 
Slippin'  down  the  window-pane. 
Some  drops  runnin'.   Some  just  spatter. 
Some  look  more  like  tears  than  water. 
Maybe  clouds  must  do  the  crying 
For   the   many   soldiers   dyin'. 
Mothers  cry  when  they  is  readin' 
'Bout  the  dyin'  soldiers  bleedin'. 

Dick,  he  says  I'm  always  whinin'; 
Says  my  smiles  is  seldom  shinin'; 
Says  my  face  is  mostly  wetter 
Than  a  stormy  day.      'N'  I'd  better 
Let  the  clouds  do  cryin'  for  me. 
It's  their  business  to  be  stormy. 
Guess,  it's  time  the  sun  was  dryin' 
Clouds  and  faces,  from  their  cryin'. 


73 


I'M  PROUD  OF  MY  PA 

My   pa's   just    the    nicest   ever! 

He  don't  slam  around,  and  swear, 
Like    Chris    Lanin's    father.      Never! 

Mine's    the    best    pa    anywhere. 

I'm  so  proud,  'f  I  see  him  comin' 

Down  the  street.     He  walks  so  straight. 

Like  a  prince.     That's  what  ma  tells  me. 
Then    I    meet    him.      I    can't    wait. 

He's  so  kind,   'f  I've  been   in  mischief; 

Tells  how  good   I  ought  to  be. 
So,  I  say,   "I'll  try."      He  answers, 

"That's  right!     You're  the  boy  for  me!' 


Chris,   he   has   some   bull-dog  puppies. 
And    a    setter,    too!       It's    fine! 

But  with  all  the  things  that  Chris  has. 
He   don't  have   a   pa   like   mine! 

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DAD  QUIT  IT 

Ma  gave  dad  a  awful  scoldin'! 
Told  him  he  was  always  holdin' 

Blame  for  folks  who  has,  and  does. 
Said  his  rel'tives  made  their  money. 
And  that  drones  don't  make  no  honey, 

But  just  eat,  and  sting,  and  buzz. 

"Better  praise  your  folks  for  gettin'. 
None  of  them  is  like  you,  settin' 

'Round  when  there  is  work  to  do. 
Blamin'  others  for  your  trouble. 
Keeps  you  standin'  in  the  stubble, 

After  harvestin'  is  through." 


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DAD  QUIT  IT 


Told  him,  "Quit  your  always  findin' 
Fault  with  others,  's  if  you're  blindin' 

People's  eyes  about  your  own. 
Yours  is  worse,  if  you'd  but  know  it. 
Better  have  more  sense  and  show  it 

Lettin'   other  folks  alone!" 

Then  I  saw  my  dad  a  workin'. 
Heard  him  say,  "I  wasn't  shirkin'. 

But  I'd  rather  work  than  hear 
Nancy's  clatter,  clatter!  clatter! 
'F  I'm  a  lookin'  lovin'  at  her. 

I'll  just  quit  a  sayin'.  My  Dear." 


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"Then  she  put  me  to  bed." 


TEMPER 


Bad  temper!     I  guess  that  I  has  one,  all  right, 
That's  what  mamma  always  has  said. 

'Cause  when  I  gets  angry  I  just  kick  and  fight! 
Then  mamma,  she  puts  me  to  bed. 

And  says  we  must  break  it!     And  then  she  will  say, 

"Like  breakin'  a  colt  that  is  wild. 
And  we  must  begin  it,  'fore  it  runs  away. 

Or  else  it  will  ruin  you,  child!" 


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TEMPER 


Our  Billy,  he  tried  once  a  wild  colt  to  break. 

Put  lines  on  to  guide  it;  and  so 
When  Billy  pulled  on  'em,  it  kicked,  and,  my  sake! 

Smashed  up  things,   and  wouldn't  hear,   "Whoa!" 

And  when  the  lines  broke  it  fell  'gainst  a  stone  wall, 

And  hurt  itself  so  that  it  died. 
Pa  told  him  he  ought  'o  commenced  when  'twas  small, 

And  taught  it  that  lines  is  a  guide. 

My  mamma  said,  too,  that  a  little  boy  had 

Bad  tantrums,  just  time  and  again. 
His  temper  got  worser  each  time  he  got  mad. 

Till  later,  it  made  him  insane. 

Guess  I  doesn't  want  any  'Sylum  for  me! 

Nor  smashin's  like  I's  run  away. 
If  I  put  some  lines  on  that  temper  'twill  see 

That  Whoa!  will  mean  just  what  I  say. 

Sure,  I'll  put  'em  on!     And  I'll  say  it,  too. 

Say,  Whoa!     'stead  of  goin'  to  bed. 
The  bed  is  for  babies!     Ma'll  see  what  I'll  do! 

I'll  do  just  esactly  's  I've  said! 


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Picking  Floweis 


THEY  COULDN'T  FIND  HER 


Let's  go  to  the  cellar,    I'd  ruther 

Go  there  than  pick  flowers.     May  be 

We'd  find  in  a  barrel,  that  mother — 
Pa  saw  and  said  mamma  must  see. 


'Dannie,    ma's    comin'  " 


THEY  COULDN'T  FIND  HER 


Yes,  this  is  the  barrel;  we've  found  it! 

The  plug  though,  so  tight  it  won't  come. 
Dan,  hand  me  that  brick,  and  I'll  pound  it. 

Whe-ee,  oh!     I've  pounded  my  thumb! 

It's  bleedin'!     Boo-hoo!     I'll  stop  cryin'. 

Now,  see  me!     I'll  try  it  again. 
Oh,  looky!     I  wasn't  half  tryin'! 

Get  away  there!     Danny,  oh,  Dan! 

Yes,  wet.    But  no  matter.    Don't  cry.    See! 

Gug-guggle,  gug-guggle,  it  goes. 
When  she  comes  out  you  catch  her.    Co-chee! 

The  froth's  gettin'  into  my  nose. 

It's  all  run  out!     She's  not  there  at  all! 

But  vin'gar's  all  over  my  dress. 
Danny!   Ma's  comin'!   Oh,  now,  don't  squall. 

She'll  whip  us,  I  'spose,  for  this  mess. 


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"I'll  tell  in  a  minute. 


THEY  COULDN'T  FIND  HER 


Yes,  mamma,  I'll  tell  in  a  minute. 

Whip  me,  but  not  little  brother, 
We's  lookin' — Pa  said, — she  was  in  it! 

She  wasn't !    Why,  vinegar's  mother ! 


(A    leathery    scum    on    top    of    vinegar    is    called 
muther.     It  is  what  makes  and  keeps  it.) 


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"WASH  YOU,  MAKE  YOU  CLEAN" 

"Go  quick,  and  wash  your  tongue  with  soap!" 

Said  mamma  to  her  little  Ben. 
Returning  soon,  he  said,  "I  hope! 

I  never  tells  a  lie  again!" 


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'And   see  what   the  dollies  will   say. 


THE  SWEET  REWARD 

"Their  table  we'll  set,"  said  Elisabeth  to  June, 

"And  see  what  the  dollies  will  say. 
For  just  bread  and  water,  although  it  is  noon. 

Because  they've   been   naughty  today." 


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THE  SWEET  REWARD 


Elisabeth's  doll  is  the  brave  Bobby  boy. 

And  June's  is  the  sweet  Isabel. 
Each  doll  is  to  it's  loving  mother  a  joy, 

As  both  the  young  matrons  could  tell. 

They  put  the  dolls  each  in  its  chair  at  its  place, 
Then  hid  down  behind  the  doll  chairs. 

And  brave  little  Bobby  looked  up  and  said  grace. 
For  he  had  been  taught  all  his  prayers. 

Said  he,  "We're  so  thankful  for  blessed  sunshine. 

So  warm;  but  glad  it's  no  hotter. 
Rich  food  we  don't  eat,  and  we  never  drink  wine; 

We're  thankful  for  bread  and  for  water." 

Those  two  happy  mothers  said  they  couldn't  tell 

All  that  they  heard,  'twas  so  funy. 
They  kissed  them  and  said,  "Turn  your  glass,  Isabel, 

You  both  shall  have  milk  and  honey." 


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"A   scoldin'    every   day." 


EXAMPLES 

No  joke,  I  say!    The  reason  why 
The  girls  are  told  that  they 

Should  do  just  as  their  mothers  do. 
Why,  that's  the  rightest  way! 

It's  sure  a  joke,  because  us  boys 
Can't  do  the  things,  and  say 

Words  like  our  fathers  do  without 
A  scoldin'  every  day! 

It's  easy  for  the  girls  to  do 
The  things  they  only  should. 

Why,  their  examples  are  their  mas, 
And  mas  are  always  good! 

The  fathers,  though,  the  most  of  them. 
Just  smoke  and  drink  and  chew — 

If  I'm  to  be  a  man  like  that, 
I'll  have  to  do  so  too. 


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•Wipe  them  some  more." 


OUTSIDE  OF  THE  PLATTER  CLEAN 
Mat.  25:23 

"No,  son !    With  the  barn  filth    ' 

All  over  your  shoes,  /; ' 

To  drop  as  you  track  all  the  way        ,  . 

To  the  medicine-case! 

Oh,  now,  it's  no  use 
To  argue!     You  cannot,  I  say. 

"No  matter!    The  colt's  not 

So  sick  it  will  die. 
Take  time  now,  and  wipe  them  some  more. 

No  dirt,  sir,  like  that  will 

Come  in  here  while  I 
As  porter,  can  stand  at  the  door." 

She  heard  the  front  door-bell. 

She  let  in  a  friend, 
All  tidy.     No  dust  on  her  shoes. 

The  friend  asked,  "Not  heard  it  ? 

Oh,  well,  I'll  just  spend 
A  moment  to  tell  you  the  news." 

All  through  her  thought-hall 

She  let  her  friend  drop 
A  scandal  of  filthiest  shame. 

The  purity  porter 

This  soil  did  not  stop, 
As  on  through  the  portal  it  came. 


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They're  Bobcats  Now 


PUSSYWILLOWS  AND  BOBCATS 

The  wildcats'  kittens  went  out  to  play 
And  draggled  their  tails  behind  them. 

Their  mammas  they  looked  and  mewed  all  day 
Till  night  before  they  could  find  them. 

So  draggled  they  could  not  sleep  like  that 

On  nice  clean  sheets  and  pillows. 
The  mamma  cats  said,  "You  all  go  scat, 

And  hang  your  tails  on  the  willows." 

They  hung  all  their  draggled  tails  to  dry, 
And  slept  so  long  on  their  pillows, 

Forgot  'em !    They're  bobcats  now !    That's  why, 
We  have  such  nice  pussywillows. 


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THE  MASCOT 

Them  eyes  on  that  'tater  can  see  all  around 

In  every  old  corner  and  nook. 
They're  made  so's  to  see  everywhere  under  ground, 

'Cause  they  don't  do  nothin*  but  look. 

You  can't  hide  away  where  that  'tater  won't  see! 

It  even  can  see  folkses  lies 
They've  hidden;  and  think  that  they  always  will  be 

Well  covered  from  everyone's  eyes. 

A  thief  it  can  see,  or  a  bear,  or  a  mouse; 

If  they're  in  your  bedroom  at  night. 
Wherever  it's  put  it  sees  all  'round  the  house, 

As  well  in  the  dark  as  the  light. 

"What  good,"  are  you  askin'?    Why,  I'm  tellin'  you! 

If  folkses  just  has  the  feelin' 
That  eyes  is  seein'!     Why,  no  wrong  will  they  do. 

It  sure  will  keep  'em  from  stealin'. 

Of  course,  them  eyes  see  everything  the  boys  do. 

'F  they're  out  cuttin'  up  and  want  me. 
This  mascot  will  save  me!     The  thing  for  you  too! 

Just  knowin'  it  sees,  why,  'twill  see! 


95 


SMALL  THINGS  DECIDE  GREAT  WARS 

Such  nice  big  pillows  for  a  fight, 
Was  mine  and  brother  Tom's. 

If  early  sent  to  bed  at  night, 
We'd  use  them  for  our  bombs. 

The  covers  wasn't  very  stout, 
'Specially .  where   they  broke. 

And  when  the  down  came  pouring  out, 
We  called  it  battle  smoke. 

Ma  scolded  some,  said  we  must  make 

Small  cotton  pillows   do. 
So  hard !  we  said,  our  necks  will  break ! 

So  small!  we'll  lose  them,  too! 

One  night  I  hit  Tom  on  the  head 
With  one  and  made  it  ache. 

And  lost  it !    'Twasn't  'round  that  bed ! 
Then  Tom  called,  half  awake. 


97 


SMALL  THINGS  DECIDE  GREAT  WARS 


"Ma!  Bring  a  pin!"  List'ning  we  hear, 
"Boys,  what's  that  noise  about?" 

"Small  pillow's  lost  clear  in  my  ear!" 
Yelled  Tom.    "Come,  pick  it  out!" 

We  waited;  then  pa  laughed,  "Ha,  ha! 

Small,  surely  they  must  be! 
They've  got  the  best  of  you  now,  ma." 

Then  ma  said,  "Well,  we'll  see 

What  love  will  do.    These  pillows,  dear. 
Take  back!    Don't  mind  your  pants! 

We're  glad  they're  hit  with  pillows  here, 
And  not  by  shells  in  France." 


UNDER  THE  RULE 

Oh  no,  you  can't  do 

As  you'd  like  to  my  lad. 

You'll  do  just  about  as  we  say. 
"Home  Rule,"  is  for  keeping 
The  boys  from  the  bad, 

And  guide  them  aright  every  day. 


99 


UNDER  THE  RULE 

The  closet's  the  first 

In  the  rule  you  bewail, 
Shut  up  there  away  from  your  play. 

It's  better  so  now 

Than  that  later  in  jail, 
Locked  up  you'd  be  many  a  day. 

Born  smart  you  may  be. 

But  this  you  must  know, 
A  convict  is  worse  than  a  fool. 

Reproof  while  you're  young. 

Is  the  best  thing;  and  so 
You're  safely  kept  under  the  rule. 

The  convicts  in  jail 

Are  the  ones  you  will  see. 
When  little  were  not  made  to  mind; 

But  had  their  own  way 

In  their  home,  and  must  be 
Behind  prison  bars  with  their  kind. 

There's  rules  of  the  home, 

And  rules  of  the  state. 
Life  is  to  us  all  but  a  school. 

The  kicker's  as  bad 
-    As  a  mule  to  berate 
The  hardness  of  any  good  rule. 

Come  under  the  rule. 

And  don't  stubbornly  kick, 
And  show  you've  less  brains  than  a  mule. 

If  good  stuff  is  in  you. 

You'll  show  you're  a  brick. 
By  keeping  close  under  the  rule. 

101 


LOSING  FAITH  IN  MOTHER 

She  promised  last  night,  the  fellows,  all  right. 

This  morning  she  said,  "Such  a  bother 
To  carry  on  so;  you  very  well  know 

I  want  to  ride  out  with  your  father. 

"Some  joys  should  be  mine,  and  surely  your  nine 
Can  fill  in  your  place  with  another. 

No  use  now  to  grieve,  there's  no  one  to  leave 
But  you  to  stay  home  with  lame  brother." 

Oh,  what  can  I  say  to  the  fellows  that  they 
Won't  see  I  can't  trust  in  my  mother? 

If  she'd  told  them  no!  that  I  could  not  go, 
I'd  gladly  stay  home  with  my  brother. 


103 


THOSE  GIGGLES 

So  happy  I  just  couldn't  tell  if  I'd  try! 
The  first  time  I  went  in  an  auto  to  ride. 
I  quivered  with  glad  so  inside,  was  the  why 
I  giggled  to  get  all  the  quiver  outside. 

First  time  on  the  chu-chu  'twas  just  the  same  way. 
Ralph  told  me  to  try  not  to  giggle  no  more. 
And  said  that  some  critical  people  might  say, 
"Why  surely  that  child's  never  been  out  before." 

I  couldn't  shut  clear  up.    Just  only  'bout  half. 
I  tried.    But  I  looked  as  if  I  was  real  mad. 
If  folks  who  feel  Hke  it,  would  giggle  and  laugh. 
They'd  giggle  away  every  bit  of  the  sad. 


105 


DEW  ON  THE  RAGWEED 

We  never  had  been  anywhere 
Away  from  our  poor  little  farm. 

So  full  was  life  of  toil  and  care, 
That  just  a  village  held  a  charm. 

It  seemed  so  grand,  the  first  that  we 

Were  dining  in  a  fine  hotel. 
Two  country  girls!     Oh!  it  would  be 

So  great  to  think  about  and  tell. 

The  thrilling  joy  we  felt  inside! 

Somehow  it  had  to  bubble  out 
In  giggles;  ere  we  could  decide, 

What  was  the  bill  of  fare  about? 

To  us  it  was  so  wonderful! 

The  meats.    Were  we  to  take  the  four? 
We  wondered.    Did  folks  take  the  whole? 

Or  one,  then  wait,  and  order  more? 

A  woman  near  us  whispered  loud, 
"Their  greenness  is  so  laughable!" 

A  sweet  one  answered  from  the  crowd, 
"Their  innocence  is  beautiful!" 


107 


DEW  ON  THE  RAGWEED 


The  waiter,  bless  him!  knew  the  state 
Our  minds  were  in,  and  whispering  said, 

"I  know  your  wants,  and  as  it's  late 

They'll  be  supplied,"  then  bowed  his  head. 

A  broader  life,  since  then  we've  seen; 

And  met  with  both  the  sham  and  real. 
And  think  we'd  joy  in  acting  green, 

If  we  again  those  thrills  could  feel. 


108 


PRAISE  OR  FAILURE  HARM 

If  what  you  may  do  appears  great,  little  girl, 

Beware  of  the  praises  you  get. 
For   praise   often   puts   a   small   brain   in   a   whirl, 

A  brilliant  career  to  upset. 


If  critics  turn  down  your  efforts,  my  girl. 

Let  never  discouragement  harm. 
But  stand  by  your  efforts,  prove  each  one  a  pearl, 

You  later  may  wear  like  a  charm. 


109 


A  BREAKER 

I  am  just 

A  wavelet  now. 
Fitting  whitecaps 

To  my  brow. 
But  I'm  growing 
To  a  billow, 
As  I  learn  to  skip  and  skim. 
I  am  twenty 

Miles  from  shore. 
Murmuring  softly, 

Nothing  more. 
But  you'll  hear  me 
Loudly  roaring 
As  I 

Near  the 
Ocean's 
Rim! 


Ill 


A  BREAKER 


Now  just  see 
My  foamy  crest! 
Falling  down 

My  rising  breast! 
As  I'm  racing! 
Faster  racing! 
O'er  the  shiny  deep  blue  main. 
Making  lines 

Of  bright  sea  green! 
Through  a  spreading 

Purple  sheen! 
Colors  glinting 
Through  and  tinting 
All  my 

Lengthening 
Lacy 

Train! 


113 


"I'll  play  tag  with  every  one." 


A  BREAKER 


Hear  me  coming! 
Look  at  me! 
I'm  so  full 

Of  noisy  glee! 
For  a  frolic 
With  the  bathers 
Up  and  down  the  sandy  shore. 
I'll  play  tag 
With  everyone! 
Some  I'll  tumble! 

Oh,  such  fun! 
And  I'll  roll  them 
Up  the  beaches! 
Then, 
It  is! 
You'll 
Hear 
Me 

Roar! 


115 


A  BREAKER 


Scamper,  children! 
Up  the  beach! 
High  above 

Your  heads  I  reach! 
And  I'll  catch  you, 
Long  before  you 
Get 
To 

Safety 
On 
The 

Strand ! 


116 


A  BREAKER 


Hi  yi!     Boys! 
And  little  girls! 
Now  I  have  you 
By  your  curls! 
But  I'll  lay  you 
By  your  mothers, 
Idling 
Up 

There 
In 

The 


Sand! 


117 


iiiiiiiiiP'  wtm 


"Sorry  I'd  be,  I  well  knew.' 


MEDITATION 

She  lifted  the  hem  as  I  let  it  fall, 

And  saw  the  long  stitches  all  through  it. 

"Oh,  daughter;"  she  said,   "this  won't  do  at  all. 
You'll  have  to  go  back  and  undo  it." 

An  angry  reply  I  made  her,  although 

Real  sorry  I'd  be,  I  well  knew  it. 
But  awful  it  seemed,  that  I'd  have  to  go 

Back  over  my  work  and  undo  it. 

"Painstaking,"  she  said,   "will  always  repay, 

If  patiently  you  will  stick  to  it." 
When  nicely  'twas  done:      So  glad  I  could  say. 

Thanks  dear,  that  you  made  me   undo  it. 

Such    lessons    learned    then,      (Gone   now    the    loved 
voice.) 

Show  profit  to  life  along  through  it. 
For  starting  to  do  anything  I  rejoice, 

The  best  I  know  how,  now  I  do  it. 


119 


"CUT  IT  OUT" 

If  you  see  a  fault  in  your  friend  which 
prevents  her  being  loved  by  others  as   you  think 
she  deserves,  bravely  use  the  best  tact  you  can 
command,  and  tell  her  of  it  kindly. 

And  if  she's  worthy,  she  will  say, 

"My  friend,  I'll  bless  you  all  my  life," 

Her  fault  will  then  be  cut  away. 
As  clean  as  with  a  surgeon's  knife. 

If  you  have  a  grievous  fault  and  your  friend 
has  been  brave  enough  to  bring  it  to  your  notice, 
don't  be  angry  at  him.    If  you  must  get  angry,  turn 
your  anger  upon  your  fault. 

You  then  will  turn  yourself  about. 
And  kindly  give  glad  thanks  to  him. 

And  that  will  help  to  prune  it  out 
Like  cutting  off  a  sickly  Hmb. 


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Miscellaneous  Poems 


ECHO 

The  woodland  was  darkening; 
All  shadowy,  gloomy 
My  ills,  and  misdeeds, 
As  if  real  coming  to  me, 
Like  shadows  all  creeping, 
While  Silence  was  sleeping; 
So  called  I, 
Hollo ! 

Hollo! 

Hollo! 

Long  hours  in  the  darkness, 

With  stumbling  and  falling; 
Though  often  disheartened. 
Was  oftener  calling. 
Oh,  somebody  hear  me! 
An  answer  will  cheer  me! 
Was  answered, 
"Hear  me. 

Cheer  me, 

Hear  thee," 

Light  came,  for  in  darkness, 
A  voice  waits  to  cheer  us. 
If  in  the  right  spirit 

We  call,  it  will  hear  us. 
Then  calhng — I  love  you! 
Was  answered, 
"I  love  you! 
Love    you ! 

Love  you." 

123 


IN  THOUGHT-LAND 

I'm  just  a  thought  lost  in  a  maze. 

Oh,   wiser  thought  tell  me,   I  pray, 
Is  there  a  way  among  the  ways 

To  lead  me  back  to  yesterday? 

A  magic  force  in  yesterday 

Lured  me  a  way  I  should  not  go. 

Could  I  have  turned  that  force  away. 
Today  would  not  have  seen  my  woe. 

Oh,  show  me  back  to  yesterday; 
Or  blot  away  that  day  of  days! 
Mistakes  may  seem  like  joys  today. 
They're  griefs  when  in  the  yesterdays. 


124 


REFLECTION 

The  moon  shines,  but  by  borrowed  light. 

Without  the  sun  it  could  not  shine. 
If  God  would  draw  His  thoughts  away, 

The  poet  could  not  write  a  line. 


125 


HER  EIGHTY-FIFTH  BIRTHDAY 
To  Mrs.  Getty 

Eighty-five  years  ago  today 
A  new  born  by  its  mother  lay, 
And  nesthng  closely  to  her  breast, 
Found  comfort  there,  and  sweetest  rest. 

Eighty-five  years,  each  step  a  year. 
Rising  above  all  gloom  with  cheer; 
Scattering  good  along  the  way. 
Laying  a  blessing  upon  each  day. 

Unroll  the  years  Biographer, 
A  help  to  us,  no  harm  to  her; 
Unroll  the  years,  and  show  each  day 
That  from  a  wrong  she  turned  away.. 

A  life  like  hers  is  good  to  be 
Put  in  a  book,  that  reading  we 
May  profit  by  her  well   spent  days. 
And  blessing  her,  give  God  the  praise. 


126 


MOVING  ON 

The  you  that  was  you,  is  not  you  today, 
For  something-  has  changed  the  past  you 

For  better  or  worse,  which  one  can  you  say? 
Each  seven  years  change  though  is  true. 


127 


HER  SEVEN 

Yes,  stranger,  I'm  ninety.     Those  boys,  sir,  are  mine. 

From  baby  on  up  to  old  boys. 
Fine  looking?     Oh,  yes,  sir;  they  surely  were  fine! 

Life's  problems  to  them,  sir,  were  joys. 

The  babe  in  my  arms  there,  was  mine  a  short  while. 

One  night,  sir,  my  babe  was  no  more. 
But  mem'ry's  still  holding  the  sweet  baby  smile, 

A  chest  holds  the  clothes  that  he  wore. 


128 


HER  SEVEN 

The  one  with  the  books?  Yes,  for  school  on  his  way, 
First  time.     He'd  been  anxious  since  dawn, 

'Twas  such  a  short  time  though  from  that  very  day, 
When  that  little  schoolboy  was  gone. 

The  third  like  a  lover?  a  real  Spanish  Don? 

Yes,  the  maid  that  he  loved  was  true. 
But  faded  so  quickly.     Then  he  passing  on, 

Made  life  somewhat  sad  for  me,  too. 


129 


HER  SEVEN 

The  fourth  one,  the  soldier!    You  see;  yes.    Oh,  well. 

That  suit,  sir,  was  his  greatest  joy. 
His  picture  I  love  so  to  look  at  and  tell, 

I  once  had  a  brave  soldier  boy. 

That  one  was  a  judge.    Yes,  a  masterful  one. 

And  full  of  the  knowledge  of  laws. 
His  whiskers  cut  neatly.    But  now  he  is  gone. 

Why!     Proud  of  him!     Surely,  I  was. 

The  sixth  one?    Oh,  yes,  sir.    His  clothes  hang  loose. 

And  spectacles  cross  a  thin  nose. 
Life  longer,  he  said,  is  so  little  of  use ; 

As  feebleness  hastens  its  close. 

The  seventh's  the  last.     And  all  I  now  have. 

He's  tottering  and  childish  and  gray. 
His  teeth  are  all  gone  and  he's  nearing  his  grave, 

But  he  is  here  with  me  today. 

All,  one?    Oh,  no,  mister!    Those  boys  are  my  seven! 

Each  bom  to  new  duties,  begun 
New  life  on  life's  stage.     Each  played  the  part  given. 

My  seven!     Though  nature  says,  one. 


130 


"YE  ARE  GOD'S" 
(John  10:34.) 

Who  his  fierce  anger  drives  away 
The  place  of  wrath  with  love  to  fill. 

The  angry  waters  would  obey, 

Should  he  command  them  to  "Be  Still." 


i;5i 


THE  SUN'S  LITTLE  COLLECTOR 

'Twas  in  the  morning;   Ting-a-ling, 
Was  ringing-  at  my  door. 

My  cooky-baking  I  must  stop 
And  answer  it  once  more. 

This  time  a  smihng  newsboy  there  ; 

(Hat  hfted  from  his  head). 
He  wrote  upon  a  little  slip 

He  handed  me,  and  said. 

"I  beg  your  pardon,  Mrs.  A. 

Too  bad!    disturbing  you! 
You  see,  I'm  now  a  SUN  boy  out 

Collecting  what  is  due." 

"I'm  very  glad  you  came,"  I  said. 

"I'm  glad  to  pay  you,  too. 
For  you're  a  little  sunbeam  out. 

Collecting  morning  dew." 


132 


SMILES 

She  doesn't  fret  and  stew  because 

It  isn't  worth  her  while. 
She  always  gets  the  best  in  life, 

Because   she  wears  a  smile. 

Her  clothes  are  just  the  common  sort, 

Her  figure  commonplace; 
Her  pockets  do  not  bulge  with  gold, 

But  gold  shines  in  her  face. 


133 


■      •                ^ 

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Leaf-fondled   and   Kissed   by   the   Dew 


THE  LOST  JEWEL'S  RETURN 
To  Florence 

Were  you  careless,  dear  heart, 

To  allow  me  to  part, 
From  my  place  on  your  breast,  so  true? 

For  I  sunk  to  the  ground, 

Lying  there  until  found 
By  one  who  will  send  me  to  you. 

'Twas  a  month  and  a  day. 

On  the  cold  earth  I  lay; 
My  lovers,  the  sun  and  the  dew. 

For  my  shine  was  as  bright 

As  the  stars  in  the  night; 
But  shining  for  no  one  but  you. 

There  was  little  of  rest 

On  mother  earth's  breast; 
Leaf-fondled,  and  kissed  by  the  dew. 

So  I  winked  all  my  love 

To  the  stars  up  above. 
And  told  them  to  wink  it  to  you. 

Oh,  it's  happy  we'll  be, 

For  I'm  coming  to  thee, 
To  thee !  my  dear  Heart,  I  am  true ! 

You  will  wrap  me  in  love. 

As  the  stars  all  above 
Are  wrapped  in  their  heavenly  blue. 


135 


'Kindly,  she  coaxed  me.' 


BIRDIE  DON'T  DO  IT 

With  Joy  I  was  singing, 

Long  after  the  dawn. 
She  reached  to  me  food 

From  her  seat  on  the  lawn. 
And  kindly  she  coaxed  me 

With  words  low  and  sweet. 
So  trembhng  I  took  it, 
And 

Thanked 
With 
Tweet, 
Tweet. 
Although  from  the  trees. 
And  also  the  breeze. 
Distinctly  I  heard, 
"Oh, 
Don't, 

Little  bird! 
Birdie ! 
Don't 

Do  it!" 


U7 


BIRDIE,  DON'T  DO  IT 


While  eating  and  tweeting, 

Another  white  hand, 
Closed  over  my  wings, 

In  a  firm,  loving  band, 
And  carried  me  down 

To  the  reddest  of  lips, 
Carressing  me  softly, 
With  pink 

Finger- 
Tips. 
Such  praises  I  heard, 
In  each  little  word. 
"Although  'twas  in  fear. 
You  did  it. 

Sweet  dear. 
Birdie ! 

You  did  it!" 


138 


BIRDIE,  DON'T  DO  IT 


Oh!    the  days  I  have  longed 

Again   to   be   free; 
And  sing  with  my  mate 

In  rosebush  and  tree. 
But,  oh!     I'm  so  lonely, 

I  never  more  sing, 
My  cage  is  too  small, 
For 

Spreading 
One 

Wing! 
She  leaves  me  all  day, 
A  toy  cast  away. 
At  night  I  have  heard, 
When  the  breeze 
Softly  stirred, 
"Birdie! 
Why 

Did  you?" 


139 


,1  J.     .1  1 1 


"Husband  despises  my  Zambia. 


MY  ARABIAN  MARE  ZAMBIA 

Sadly  I  sit  by  my  window, 

And  see  in  the  horse's  corral, 

Zambia,  Arabian  beauty! 

My  pride,  and  my  grief,  and  my  all. 

Husband  despises  my  Zambia. 

Because  she  was  given  to  me 
By  one  who  saw  my  life's  desert, 

Thought  she  an  oasis  would  be. 

To  hurt  me,  husband  made  Zambia 

A  mother  to  only  a  mule. 
Her  highbred  nature  abhors  it! 

Her  shame,  too,  is  so  pitiful. 

Zambia  would  joy  in  an  offspring 
As  well-bred  and  noble  as  she. 

Knows  this  one's  of  low  creation. 
Her  horror  finds  echo  in  me. 

Spurns  it!      But  husband  compels  her 
To  nourish  it!     Beats  her  and  swears! 

Noble  pride  quivers  in  anguish. 
Tears,  Zambia,  unshed  are  prayers! 


141 


MY  ARABIAN  MARE  ZAMBIA 


I  turn  my  eyes — Ah!  a  picture. 

My  son,  in  a  bright  gilded  frame. 
Yes!      Counterpart  of  his  father. 

Oh,  Zambia!      I,  too,  suffer  shame. 

Years  back,  a  young  man,  low,  bestial; 

But  rich,  was  a  suitor  for  me, 
An  orphan,  living  with  uncle; 

Who'd  squandered  my  large  legacy; 

Forced  me  to  marry  that  suitor, 
So,  hidden  his  crime  would  remain. 

And  all  my  struggles,  and  pleadings 
Brought  me  but  anguish  and  pain. 

Zambia!      The  wrongs  I,  too,  suffer! 

I  wonder  if  God  is  all  might! 
Why  force  and  strength  have  dominion! 

And  power  takes  the  place  of  right? 

Last  night,  "But  son!"  said  my  husband; 

"Her  pride  you  can  break  in  an  hour, 
When  married.    I  broke  your  mother's. 

She  knows  man's  the  head,  and  the  power!" 


142 


MY  ARABIAN  MARE  ZAMBIA 


Strange  thoughts  like  new  life  are  coming. 

To  that  girl,  my  story  I'll  tell! 
Yes!     I  must  tell,  though  it  kills  me! 

To  save  her  from  just  such  a  hell! 

Power!   Zambia!   The  good  have  all  power! 

Coward,  is  he,  beating  you  so ! 
Zambia!     You  know  it!    Jumps  the  corral! 

And  down  falls  the  man  as  you  go ! 

Freedom!    Oh,  Zambia!    It's  freedom! 

Like  you,  I  am  over  my  wall! 
We  heard   the   summons  together! 

Together  we've  answered  the  call! 

Glorious!  the  feel  of  this  rising 

From  weakness!     For  weakness  is  wrong! 
I've  strength  to  lift  two  men  from  meanness ! 

And  RIGHT  they  shall  see  is  the  STRONG ! 


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SAN  DIEGO— QUEEN  OF  CITIES 
The   Deluge   of   1916 

Queenly  city!     San  Diego! 
With  a  heart  so  full  of  goodness! 
Like  a  case  of  precious  jewels, 
Burst!  and  scattered  wide  her  treasures! 
Burst,  when  sorrows  fell  in  shadows. 
Thick  and  black  as  dungeon  darkness, 
O'er  her  neighbors  in  the  valleys, 
Leaving  queenly  San  Diego 

All  unharmed  upon  her  throne. 

Opened  hearts  like  clouds ;  then  sunlight 
Reached  through  op'nings;  made  a  rainbow, 
'Gainst  the  gloom  to  hide  its  blackness; 
'Gainst  the  mountains  gray  and  somber; 
Radiant  arch!  with  bases  resting 
On  the  city,  where  the  colors 
Touching  many  towers  ended; 
Showing  pots  of  gold  were  tipping; 
Pouring  out  their  gold  like  sunshine, 
Over  devastated  valleys 
Bare  of  every  vegetation; 
Bare  of  life  and  habitation. 
Where  but  late  'twas  full  of  comfort. 
Full  of  heaven's  choicest  blessings; 
Life  and  love,  and  plenteous  riches, 

Swept  away  within  an  hour. 


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SAN  DIB&O— QUEEN  OF  CITIES 

San  Diego,  Star  of  Heaven! 
In  the  darkest  of  the  deluge, 
Opened  all  her  sunshine  factories; 
Called  her  woikers:     "Help  the  needy!" 
And  they  quickly  did  her  bidding. 
Largest  factory.  Commerce  Chamber. 
Branches  of  it  in  the  churches, 
Worked  those  factories  on  Sunday, 

Stamping  on  each  package,  love. 

Branches,  too,  in  secret  orders; 
Men's  and  women's  clubs  and  unions 
Turned  out  packages  and  money. 
Individuals  gave  also. 
Dimes  and  dollars,  others  hundreds. 
Richer  ones  gave  many  thousands. 
Widows,  destitute,  gave  freely. 
Needy  newsboys  gave  their  pennies. 
Eager  tourists  swelled  the  columns 
Of  the  names  of  hundreds  giving. 
All  in  such  a  flood  of  sunshine. 
That  the  elements  were  jealous 
Of  the  manufactured  product, 
And  commanded  all  their  shadows 
To  return  to  their  dominion. 

Back  into  the  lowest  pit. 
Now  the  sun  that  seldom  leaves  her. 
Smiles  again  upon  her  queen. 


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LIFE'S  JOURNEY 

Is  there  one  would  cross  the  ocean 
And  would  have  no  storm  at  all; 

Just  blue  skies  and  placid  water, 
All  the  way,  without  a  squall? 

Never  know  the  queer  sensation. 
Sliding  down  a  glassy  wave, 

Then  the  rising  on  a  billow! 
Miss  this  rapture,  ease  to  save? 

Is  there  one  would  cross  life's  ocean. 
And  would  have  no  shadow  fall; 

No  rough  sea  be  seen  before  him? 
Or  no  high   obstructing  wall? 

Storms  are  instruments  to  strengthen; 

Mounts  and  walls  are  made  to  scale; 
To  develop  soul  and  spirit. 

Like  the  oak  against  the  gale. 

Welcome  storms  and  welcome  sunshine! 

Welcome  walls  that  cross  life's  way; 
'Gainst  the  blackest  cloud  the  sunlight 

Makes  a  rainbow  of  the  spray. 


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A  SAMSON 

I'm  mighty  and  strong 

For  half  the  year  long, 
And  make  people  tremble  with  fear. 

I  lift  a  big  house! 

But  weak  as  a  mouse 
The  other  full  half  of  the  year. 

Big  trees  I  push  down! 

Sometimes  a  small  town 
I  carry  away  on  my  breast. 

A  horse  I  outrun! 

And,  oh!  it's  such  fun 
To  put  my  full  strength  to  a  test. 

I  race,  and  I  play 

Each  dull  winter  day. 
Till  summer's  heat  warms  the  shiver. 

Then,  under  my  bed, 

I  sleep  as  if  dead. 
For  I  am  the  Los  Angeles  River. 


151 


BACK  AGAIN  IN  CALIFORNIA 

Seems  a  dream!      Again  I'm  lying 
On  the  beach  here  in  Redondo! 
Prettiest  of  all  the  beaches, 
With  its  rounding  hills  and  winding 
Streets,  so  very  near  the  ocean; 
But  above  the  reach  of  breakers; 
As  they  play  their  tag  w^ith  tourists, 
Hunting  moonstones  in  the  sand. 

Seems  unreal!      I  may  be  dreaming! 
Well,  I'll  pinch  me,  that  will  tell  me. 
Yes,  it's  real!      And  now  I'm  reading 
Of  a  blizzard  in  the  Eastland, 
While  I'm  basking  in  the  sunshine 
Of  Redondo!     Dear  Redondo! 
On  the  edge  of  Paradise! 

Back  home  once  in  dead  of  winter 

Dreamed  that  I  was  in  Redondo, 

As  I  was  a  former  winter; 

And  that  I  was  idly  lying 

On  the  beach,  and  birds  were  singing, 

In   the  fragrant   eucalyptus. 

And  the  sunlight  on  the  iceplant. 

Looked  like  diamonds  more  than  ice. 


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-K«t^a>Jis 


BACK  AGAIN  IN  CALIFORNIA 

And  the  gulls  were  idly  swimming, 
Just  beyond  the  breakers'  edges. 
And  the  seals  between  the  breakers, 
Played  a  peak-a-boo  with  me. 
Then  a  whistle  from  a  steamer 
Started  all  the  gulls  a-flutter. 
Till  the  air  was  full  of  "white-wings," 
Off  to  dine  on  steamer  garbage. 
Just  as  they  are  doing  now. 

Then  a  breaker,  high  and  awful! 
Right  before  me  stood  a  moment, 
Bowing  gracefully,  and  falling 
Prostrate  on  the  sand  before  me. 
Kissed  my  feet!     His  cold  caresses, 
Wet  and  frothy,  made  me  frantic! 
As  I  tried  to  scramble  higher. 
Ere  he'd  carry  me  away. 

And  the  effort  made  me  waken, 
With  my  feet  but  thinly  covered. 
And  a  screaching,  howling  blizzard! 
Shook  the  house,  and  window-shutters! 
Makes  me  shiver  thinking  of  it. 
So,  I  sing  with  bubbling  rapture, 
I'm  so  glad  I'm  in  Redondo; 
Oh,  so  glad,  I'm  in  Redondo! 
It's  a  Paradise  for  me! 


155 


THE  HOSPITAL  VISITOR 

Such  a  blessed  cool  breeze!  Oh,  lovely  cool  breeze! 
Through  the  blistering  heat,  how  dared  you  to  come, 
And  leave  the  cool  beach  with  the  surf  on  the  seas; 
This  coolness  to  bring  from  my  Ocean  Beach  home  ? 

The  whole  torrid  army  did  you  have  to  bribe. 
To  open  their  ranks,  and  to  let  you  come  through  ? 
Unhit  by  a  heat-lance  from  one  of  the  tribe ! 
Oh,  marvel!     It  seems  all  too  good  to  be  true! 

Your  cooling,  sweet  odors  now  quiets  my  pain. 
While  fanning  my  cheek,  and  while  cooling  my  hands. 
Your  fan  smells  of  mosses;  Oh,  come  now  again! 
I  fancy  I'm  lying  on  cool  ocean  sands. 


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THE  SUN  NEVER  SAW  A  SHADOW 

Droops  a  rose  behind  a  column. 
Mildewed  buds  are  in  the  shadow. 
Comes  the  sun  with  life,  and  gladness, 
Moves  in  glory  'round  the  column, 
Looking,  sees  no  shadow  lurking. 
For  the  sun  ne'er  saw  a  shadow. 

Weeps  a  grief  behind  an  evil. 
Sick  with   sin,  and  sorrow  laden; 
Shines  the  look  of  God  upon  it: 
Look  of  love,  and  life,  and  healing; 
Sees  His  own  divine  reflection, 
In  the  child  of  His  creation. 

"Thou  art  of  purer  eyes  than  to 
behold  evil."    Hab.   1:13. 


159 


PURE  WHITE  LILY 

"Solomon  in  all  his  glory  was  not 
arrayed  like  one  of  these." 

Adornment   so   glorious 

Has  never  been  seen, 
Oh,  bride;  all  in  white! 

You  are  Solomon's  queen. 
Your  purity  matches 

The  wisdom  of  kings. 
Pure  wisdom  quaffs  deeply 

From  purity's  springs! 

Lily!  White  lily. 

The  ether  is  filled 

With  thoughts  of  pure  thinking. 
Love's  votaries,  love. 

From  your  chalice  are  drinking. 
The  dew  leaves  his  kisses 

In  colorful  ghsten. 
Silence,  and  "morning  stars 

Sing,"  while  you  listen! 

Lily!     Pure  lily! 


161 


GOD'S  EVERLASTING  NOW 

In  His  great  realm  there  is  no  time, 

No  future,  neither  long  ago. 
The  trunk,  and  branches  of  the  oak. 

Its  yesterdays  today  will  show. 
Our  thoughts  of  joys  Icng  past  are  real 

As  were  those  joys.     Thought  is  a  twin 
To  memory.     In  them  we  feel 

All  good  there  is,  is  all  within. 
God's  everlasting  now. 


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DEATH 

Tick,  tock!    Tick,  tock!    The  tall  old  clock 
Tolls   a   death   this   afternoon. 

Tick  tocks  knell  it!      Sadly  tell  it. 
Death  is  coming,  coming  soon. 

Oh,  the  sorrow  of  the  morrow! 

All  alone  here  with  the  clock. 
Can  I  bear  it,  when  I  hear  it. 

Always  ticking  tock,  tick,  tock? 


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MARGARET 

Death!   thine  is  the  casket, 
The  jewel  is  Heaven's. 

The  soul  through  the  casket 
Transparent  we  saw, 

Both  loaned  for  a  season 
To  gladden  our  earthtime. 
With   Margaret, 

Death,   wooing  with  ardor. 
Was  constantly  near  her. 

Impatient  to  clasp  her, 
And  claim  her  his  own : 

Consent  long  with-holden 
By   us,   at  last  given 
To  Margaret. 

She  yielded  her  clay  form. 
To  Death's  cold  embracing. 

When,  lo!  in  an  instant. 
The  casket  wide  opened 

Disclosing  a  jewel. 
No  other  outvieing 
Our  Margaret. 

In  brilliance,  more  radiant 
Than  dew-drop  of  morning, 

Pure,  quivering  and  new-born. 
Unveiling  before  Him, 

Emerging  in  Christ-life! 
Christ  robed,  and  in  glory, 
Is  Margaret. 

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Navajo  Indian  Home 


"THOUGHTS  ARE  THINGS" 

"When  building  his  poor  little  hut,  the  Navajo 
Indian  will  burn  it  down,  if  one  of  the  work- 
men swear  or  manifest  any  anger.  His  little  home 
must  be  laid  with  good  thoughts,  and  happy  willing 
service.  When  it  is  finished,  before  the  family  move 
in,  it  is  blest  with  the  sprinkling  of  meal  at  the  door, 
that  nothing  but  good  may  enter:  at  the  fireplace, 
that  all,  including  the  stranger,  may  find  warmth 
and  cheer." — Dr.  George  Wharton  James,  Publisher 
and  Lecturer. 

KNITTING    THE    SOLDIER'S    SOCK    WITH    THE 
91st  PSALM 

"Knit    two    and    purl    two"    the    instructions    begin. 
Knit  two  and  then  two  purly  thoughts  I  put  in. 
Knitting,  and  knitting  them  in. 

"He  that  dwelleth  in  the  secret  place 

Of  the  most  high  shall  abide 
Under  the  shadow  of  the  Almighty, 

Though  thousands  shall  fall  at  thy  side." 

No,  he  cannot  fall  when  his  foot  is  put  in 
This  sock,  for  I'm  knitting  protection  within. 
Knitting,  and  knitting  it  in. 

"Thou   shalt  not  be  afraid  for  the  terror  by  night 

Nor  the  arrow  that  flieth  by  day — 
For  He  shall  give  his  angels  charge  over  thee. 

To  keep  thee  in  all  thy  ways." 

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MRS.    ROSE   HARTWICK   THORPE 


"THOUGHTS  ARE  THINGS" 

So  I  am  knitting  good  thoughts  in  this  stocking, 
As  I  repeat  them,  while  purUng  and  rocking. 
Knitting,  and  knitting  them  in. 

"Thou  shalt  tread  upon  the  Kon,  and  the  dragon 
Shalt  thou  trample  under  feet." 
■    Who  wears  this  armor  of  God,  young  man. 
Never  will  know  defeat. 

Hold  to  these    thoughts    and    you    surely    will    win 
This  battle  of  Right,  to  the  downfall  of  Sin. 
I've  knitted  the  victory  in. 


MRS.  ROSE  HARTWICK  THORPE 

Is  famous  for  hei"  many  beautiful  stories,  and  poems.  Also 
"Curfew  Must  Not  Ring  To-Night,"  which  was  written  when 
she  was  but  sixteen. 

With  a  very  active  brain  and  body,  she  is  one  of  the 
instructors  at  the  Red  Cross,  and  still  looks  young,  with 
scarcely  a  silver  thread   in   her  beautiful  dark   hair. 

Forty  pairs  of  socks  she  has  knit  for  the  soldiers. 
A  friend  unacquainted  with  this  fact  hoping  she  might  learn 
of  some  new  story  or  poem  she  had  written,  asked,  "What 
are  you   doing  now?" 

Unconscious  of  the  words  she  was  using,  Mrs.  Thorpe 
replied,  "I  am  writing  socks  for  soldiers."  The  friend 
smiled.  However,  it  was  true.  Every  pair  had  been 
knitted  with  love  thoughts,  as  was  shown  by  a  pair  she  had 
knit  for  a  captain.  His  wife  brought  the  yarn  to  Mrs. 
Thorpe,  and  asked  if  she  would  do  her  the  gieat  favor  of 
knitting  a  pair  for  her  husband? 

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MRS.   ROSE    HARTWICK   THORPE 

Some  time  later  a  letter  from  the  wife  told  about  the 
husband  at  the  front  in  France  having  been  detailed  for 
some  special  work,  packed  his  necessaries,  and  could  find 
no  place  for  the  socks.  But  knowing  he  would  need  them 
to  put  on  warm  and  dry,  after  long  standing  or  walking 
with  cold  feet,  folded  those  thick  woolen  socks,  and  put 
them   in  his  hat. 

In  a  bombarded  town,  he  was  passing  a  large  building, 
when  a  shell  shattered  it,  and  a  corner  of  the  building 
felled  him.  When  he  recovered  consciousness,  the  first 
words  he  heard  were  from  a  surgeon  saying,  "Thosa  socks 
saved  his  life!      But  for  them  he  would  be  a  dead  man!" 

The  wife  further  wrote,  "Those  socks  will  never  be 
worn,  but  will  be  put  under  glass  in  a   frame." 


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THE  AWAKENING 

As  told  by  Dr.  Anna  Howard  Shaw,  in  St.  Paul,  Minn. 

By  "Special"  'twas  handed  me  at  my  hotel, 

The  beautiful  bonnet  Vd  bought. 
And  lifting  it  out;  why,  a  slip  from  it  fell, 

Perplexing  my  radiant  thought, 

"Trim  for  a  middle-aged  lady,"  it  said. 

(Saleslady's  note  to  the  trimmer.) 
A  middle-aged  lady?      Amusement  soon  fled. 

The  truth  cast  a  widening  glimmer. 

Me!   Middle  aged?     Me!   All   my  thoughts  in  a  whirl. 

My  room  I  paced  sadly  in  tears. 
But  ere  the  day  dawned  I  had  buried  the  girl 

I'd   lived   with   for  thirty-five   years. 


171 


A  PLEA  FOR  BARE  LITTLE  FEET 

Why  cast  aside  the  broken  glass 
Where  barefoot  children  have  to  pass? 
As  well  plant  razors  sharp  edge  up, 
Or  poison  put  into  their  cup; 
For  children  playing  on  the  street 
With  no  protection  on  their  feet. 

Oh,  tippler,  please  when  drinking  all 
That's  in  the  flask,  don't  let  it  fall 
Down  on  the  sidewalk  or  the  street. 
To  lacerate  bare  little  feet. 
And  valued  horses,  just  the  same 
Are  oft'  by  broken  glass  made  lame. 

Oh,  housewives,  when  you  break  glass  jars 
Don't  toss  them  out  just  o'er  the  bars, 
Or  in  the   alley,   anywhere. 
But  dig  a  hole,  and  bury  there 
All  broken  glass  that  can  be  found. 
'Twill  do  no  harm  when,  under  ground. 

If  those  who  make  our  laws  would  pass 
A  heavy  fine  for  throwing  glass. 
Along  the  highways  or  the  street. 
It  would  protect  the  children's   feet. 
And  save  much  pain,  and  maybe  life. 
For  glass  cuts  worse  than  any  knife. 


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OBSTACLES 

Freckled  and  homely, 

And  with  a  hairlip. 
An  ugly  name  fitting  all  these. 

With  poverty  added, 

They  made  a  good  whip. 
Oft'  used  by  the  school-boys  to  tease. 

Could  ever  he  do 

A  great  thing  in  his  life. 
With  all  of  those  sinkers  to  lift? 

But  buckling  up  to  it 

He  entered  the  strife. 
With  "love  for  hard  study,"  his  gift. 

He  studied  at  noon, 

And  while  working  at  night; 
And  soon  was  ahead  of  his  class. 

Thus  gaining  respect, 

And  being  so  bright. 
Found  no  one  above  him  could  pass. 

He  worked  for  a  surgeon 

Until  he  was  paid 
For  straightening  his  lip  to  its  place; 

Intelligence  then 

Made   the   ugliness   fade. 
While  freckles  were  leaving  his  face. 

Life's  ladder  commenced 

At  its  low  darkest  rung, 
He  slowly  continued  to  rise. 

His  pen  proved  a  factor. 

And    later   his    tongue, 
To  win  for  him  Fame's  greater  prize. 

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OBSTACLES 

His  parents,  'twas  said, 

Were  a  drag,  being  low. 
But  he  had  been  lifting  them  too. 

Their  pride  in  their  son, 

Had  compelled  them  to  know 
They  also  had  something  to  do. 

So    many    obstructions 

He'd  risen  above. 
That  when  his  health  failed  him.,  'twas  said, 

That  wall  of  obstruction 

He'll  never  remove, 
For  he  will  be  always  in  bed. 

But  spreading  thoughts  brightly 

All  over  this  wall, 
Discouragement  took  to  its  wing. 

And  with  it  went  ills, 

That  were  nothing  at  all. 
But  happiness  later  to  bring. 

Then  shadows  of  slander 

And  envy,  and  spite. 
Tried  to  surround  him  with  gloom. 

"There's  never  a  cloud. 

But  beyond  it  is  light." 
He  pondered  while  pacing  his  room. 

"And  nearer  or  farther, 

I'll  find  it,  no  doubt, 
If  only  I  walk  and  not  faint." 

His  shadows  held   rainbows. 

And  when  he  came  out. 
His  face  was  the  face  of  a  saint. 

174 


W.  C.  T.  U.,  THE  CHRISTMAS  GIFT 

"Her  princes  are  like  wolves  to  destroy  souls  to 
get  dishonest  gains:  And  I  sought  for  a  man  among 
them,   but  found   him  not."— Ezekiel   22:27,   30. 

Oh,  the  sadness!     People  dying 

By  the  thousands  o'er  the  land, 
And  the  best  among  them  crying 

For  relief  from  Evil's  band. 
Men  of  rote,  and  boys  of  promise 

Falling  from  the  poison  stings 
Of  indulgencies  made  easy. 

By  the  revenue  it  brings. 

Oh,  the  alcoholic  evil! 

And  the   well-named   "coffin  nail!" 
Cigarette,  the  people  call  it. 

That  no  ill  its  name  entail. 
Priest  and  printers  ridiculing 

Abstinence  for  human  good. 
Never  censure  selfdebasement. 

Or  indulgence  as  they  should. 

Press  repeats  distillers'  falsehoods. 

That  "The  user's  life  is  lengthened 
By  our  liquors;"  and  that  "many 

Intellects  are  by  them  strengthened." 
Thus,  the  printers  advertise  it. 

But  the  greatest  did  refuse. 
"No  advertisements  for  liquors!" 

Said  the  LONDON  DAILY  NEWS. 


175 


W.  C.  T.  U.  THE  CHRISTMAS  GIFT 


Go  to  earth  my  faithful  servants, 

Spake  Jehovah   from   His   throne. 
Find  a  man,  who  Hke  EHjah, 

Will,  if  need  be,  stand  alone. 
"Cry  aloud!"  and  spare  not  any, 

"Tell  my  people  of  their  sins." 
Many  people  had  forgotten. 

That  it's  bravery  that  wins. 

Quick  those  spirits  did  His  bidding-. 

Seeking  all  the  wide  world  o'er. 
Then  returned  they  to  Jehovah 

With  a  message  grieving  sore, 
That  no  mortal  was  discovered. 

Some  would  start,  and  falter  soon, 
If  the  people  said,   "Fanatic!" 

Or  a  "Filibustering  loon." 

Then  Jehovah  saw  that  women 

Must  be  'wakened  by  the  call. 
Though  in  public  Paul  refused  them. 

He  was  greater  far  than  Paul. 
Then  returned  those  spirits  earthward. 

And  Ohio  women  heard 
Dr.  Dio  Lewis'  message 

On  December  twenty-third. 


176 


W.  C.  T.  U.  THE  CHRISTMAS  GIFT 

Christmas    gifts   were   all    forgotten. 

Seventy-two  went  out  to  pray. 
Gave  themselves  in  willing  service. 

Ridiculed?     Oh,  yes!     But  they 
Bravely  suffered  for  the  raising 

From   the   gutter,   fallen  man. 
And  future  manhood.     So  it  was 

W.  C.  T.  U.  began. 

Ring  the  tidings,  all  ye  nations! 

Herald  angels  loud  rejoice! 
Swell  the  anthem,  tell  the  story! 

Words   divine  have   found   a   voice. 
Larger  Christmas  gift  to  heaven: 

Larger  Christmas  gift  to  earth: 
Mortal  man  was  never  given. 

Since  the  gift  by  Jesus'  birth. 

There  are  unions  now  by  thousands. 

Over  all  the  earth's  domain. 
And  the  powers  in  all  kingdoms. 

Show  toward  it  less  disdain. 
Often  welcome  our  white  ribbon. 

Badge  of  W.  C.  T.  U. 
For  they  know  it's  worn  by  women. 

Noble,   virtuous  and  true. 

"The   Lord   gave  the   word,   great   was   the  company 
of  women  that  pubhshed  it.     r.v.  Psa.  46:11. 


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A  WAR  DIAMOND  AND  ITS  SETTING 

With  babe  on  one  knee, 

And  wife  in  his  arms, 
He  gave  each  of  his  parents  a  hand ; 

Dried  each  falhng  tear. 

With  smiles  of  good  cheer. 
Then  sailed  to  the  war-stricken  land. 


MONTHS  LATER 

He  soared  high  when  he  left, 

But  they  carried  him  back 
Like  a  shot-away  angel's  wing. 

Just  to  sit  on  a  shelf. 

Not  supporting  itself, 
But  braced  up  by  some  other  thing. 

Two  nurses  were  there 

Beside  his  wheel  chair. 
His  face  wore  the  same  sunny  smile. 

The  one  thing  that  they 

Could  not  shoot  away! 
Tho'  it  seemed  they  had  tried  for  a  while. 

For  babe  he'd  no  knee! 

And  no  one  could  see 
A  sign  of  an  arm  for  his  wife! 

For  parents  no  hand! 

All  sad  by  him  stand. 
But  his  smile  came  back,  and  his  life. 


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A   WAR   DIAMOND   AND   ITS   SETTING 

A  man  limping  by 

And  with  but  one  eye, 
Was  cursing  his  sorrowful  trial, 

Till  from  the  wheel  chair 

That  smile  made  him  stare ; 
Exclaiming:      "My  God!      I  tuill  smile!" 

Thus,  thousands  of  miles 

Were  blest  by  his  smiles; 
Like  star  gleams  they  lighted  men's  night. 

The  glow  on  his  face 

Had   brightened   each   place 
Passed  through  like  a  wondrous  light. 

One  in  the  crowd  said, 

'The  most  of  him's  dead!" 
But  the  man's  real  self  was  all  there. 

His  soul  smiled  as  bright 

As  the  sun  through  a  night; 
This  diamond!      Set  in  a  wheel  chair! 


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SONG— THE  SIDE  OF  RIGHT 

We  boys  have  heard  the  summons, 
And  we've  answered  to  the  call. 

We're  on  the  way  to  victory, 
And  have  no  fear  at  all. 

We'll  stand  up  to  our  duty 
Knowing  that  we  cannot  fall. 

When  standing  on  the  side  of  right. 

CHORUS: 

We'll   fight   tho'   slaughter  is   appalling.     - 
Yes,  fight  and  see  oppression  falling. 
And  then  we'll  hear  the  victors  calling, 
"Brave  boys  ye  fought  hard  for  the  right." 

"The  fining  pot's  for  silver. 

But  the  furnace  is  for  gold." 
The  mold  is  heroism. 

And  we're  going  to  fit  the  mold. 
It's  trying  times  we  now  are  in: 

We'll  hear  the  story  told, 

"Our  boys  fought  hard  for  the  right." 

FIRST  CHORUS: 


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THE   SIDE   OP  RIGHT 

And  when  the  war  is  over, 

It  will  then  be  plainly  seen: 
We  washed  the  vile  oppression 
From  the  world  and  made  it  clean. 
Then  all  the  countries  friendly, 

We  will  need  no  fence  between, 

When  we're  all  on  the  side  of  right. 

SECOND  CHORUS: 

The  dove  of  peace  will  then  be  winging- 
To  captive  nations  freedom  bringing. 
And  every  tongue  will  then  be  singing, 
We're  all  on  the  side  of  right. 

Published  in  sheet  music  form.     Music  by  Lydia 
Fossler  Frank. 


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SONG— FREEDOM  FOR  ALL 

Belgium!     Belgium!    Hear  the  bugle  call: 

"Freedom  For  All  Forever!" 
Uncle  Sam  is  coming  with  freedom  for  you  all: 

"Freedom  For  All  Forever!" 
Yes,  coming  like  a  hurricane: 

You'll  see  oppression  fall; 
And  hear  the  cry  of  Freedom 

In  each  bursting  cannon-ball; 
Then  devastated  wastes  will  bloom 

With  blessings  for  you  all; 

"Freedom  For  All  Forever." 

'Freedom !    Freedom !    Hear  the  bugle  call : 

"Freedom  For  All  Forever." 
Uncle  Sam  is  fighting  for  freedom  for  us  all, 

"Freedom  For  All  Forever." 
The  world  will  see  our  battle  front 

Is  part  of  heaven's  wall, 
Behind  it  only  charity, 

Its  love  embracing  all. 
Would  tie  a  banner  'round  the  world, 

And  on  it  write  the  call: 
"FREEDOM  FOR  ALL  FOREVER." 


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FREEDOM  FOR  ALL 

CHORUS: 

Freedom,  it's  freedom,  bursts  the  bands  from  all 

"Freedom  For  All  Forever." 
Uncle  Sam  will  win  the  war 
With   heaven's  mighty  call: 

"Freedom  For  All  Forever." 


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